It still won’t get as big as Michael’s

 

“You can drink as much of that stuff as you like Philip, but your willy will never be as big as Michael’s. And it won’t turn his lovely dark brown colour either.” 

“Do you think I am wasting my money then?” 

“If he’s happy to do the business and f*ck me four nights a week, why bother? Maybe we should just accept reality and lock your ‘little man’ away from now on. If it does nothing else, at least it will save you a few pounds.” 

“If you say so my Angel.” 

“I do Philip. And so does Michael.”